[Verse 1]
I was eight years old and running with a dime in my hand
Into the bus stop to pick up a paper for my old man
In that big old Buick I'd sit on his lap and steer as we drove through town
He'd tousle my hair and say "Son, take a good look around"

[Chorus]
"This is your hometown, this is your hometown
Your hometown, this is your hometown"

[Verse 2]
In '65 tension was running high at my high school
Was a lot of fights 'tween the black and white, there was nothing you could do
Two cars at a light on a Saturday night, in the backseat there was a gun
Words were passed and a shotgun blast, troubled times had come

[Chorus]
To my hometown, to my hometown
My hometown, to my hometown

[Bridge]
Now Main Street's whitewashed windows and vacant stores
Seems like there ain't nobody wants to come down here no morе
They closed down the tеxtile mill 'cross the little Texas tracks
Foreman said, "These jobs are going, boys, and they ain't coming back
[Chorus]
"To your hometown, to your hometown
To your hometown, to your hometown"

[Verse 3]
Last night me and Mary, we laid in bed, talked about getting out
Packing up our bags, maybe heading south
I'm thirty-five, we got a boy of our own now
Last night we drove him downtown and said, "Son, take a good look around

[Chorus]
"This is your hometown, this is your hometown
This is your hometown
This is your hometown"

[Outro]
And though the world you may travel all around
This is your hometown